#ooh this is so spooky

[brysonmcbee]

[catliker49]

once there was the boops- but now there’s the BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!!! paste it in the asks of people who deserve it (if wanna) if you break the chain nothing happens but it's awesome to know someone thinks you're so cool inside and out!! 🌈🌈🌈✨ :D

(aslo drink water and get some fresh air when you're working dude :D)

I apologise!! I hadn't seen this until just Now! This is so Lovely!! AH! You have an incredibly Beautiful personality yourself! As well as many other people on this platform! Make sure you're all taking very Good care of yourself also! Thank you so much, this is very kind! :O) 💛💛💛

[batemanofficial]

hello upper middle class northern usamerican tumblr user. i want to play a game. you will notice that you are in a super america convenience store in rural kentucky - you have three minutes to purchase a snack and drink of your choice and make normal small talk with the cashier. however, if you use the word "cryptid" or generally make reference to appalachia and its inhabitants as "wild", uncivilized, or lacking restraint around alcoholic beverages during your time here, i will personally tie you to the chassis of a four wheeler and tip it into the river. live or die. make your choice

[sydmarch]

NOT understanding the hype around longlegs

[rosalinesurvived]

Teen Wolf’s Mason Hewitt-while mainly a side character-undergoes a character arc which subtly conveys to the audience about the deconstruction of goodness and purity-perceived, internal, or real within him; both on a morality scale: such as his eventual murders of innocents and his acceptance of “with the bad guys Corey Bryant” but also on a deeply personal scale, as he is revealed to be the Beast–thus fully entering the world of supernaturals, something considered to be cruel and evil within his pack after being the only human within it-and hosts Sebastian Valet in his mind. Furthermore, the reveal of his absorption of his twin at conception, thus being a genetic chimera after they were considered by him to be a bad guys implicates him inside and shatters his code of morality as he previously states he would rather die than be with the bad guys and yet is revealed to be a so called “bad guy” proving to the audience that his arc is largely centred around the meaning of morality, and humanity and goodness, and yet also the darkening of a person however unwillingly. In this essay I will–

[g1rlb4it]

why is this actually pretty good HELLO??

the thumbnail does have that glossy filter that makes it look like ai (its not ai) but its ok 💗💗

[rosered-schneeweisschens-sis]

these movies were so weird but in a way that occasionally produced comedy gold. 💀

[gingerbreadmonsters]

Something strange / who are you gonna call? >:3 💖

ej's talking about this ask game (still open!) <3

EJ!! thank u for the ask <3 this was SUPPOSED to be done in time for halloween but i have been dying of university disease so it will probably happen in a little while hehe

Three out of the four were accidental - one was the result of a fall, one was the aforementioned issue with the roof, and I believe the other was due to an electrical fault. The fourth was the most recent - an altercation with an intruder during a break-in - but we’ve been assured by the local police department that this sort of thing is highly unusual for the area, and is very unlikely to happen again.  As she spoke, you’d felt a horrible feeling of resignation settle in your stomach. Of course the one place you can actually afford to buy is the one where tenants keep dying. 

How old were they, would you say? Some more clicking, and if her expression had been anything to go by, a spreadsheet that was loading a lot slower than it should. It looks like… um, it looks like most were in their mid-twenties, or thereabouts. Perfect. Of course they were. Were they living alone? She’d clearly been dreading the question, gritted teeth forced into a smile. I believe so, yes. The implied like you will be hangs between you, unspoken. The property has been vacant for about a year, but it’s nothing to do with that - it’s just come back to us from a private company who didn’t keep a tenant there, but I’m assured that everything’s been checked and it’s all in good shape. Well, then. Go and live alone in the terrifying empty house in Dahlia that’s been abandoned for a year, which nobody else wants and where all of the last four tenants died, or rent a safe (if eye-wateringly expensive) shoebox on the other side of the city. What choice could be clearer?

[madeimpact]

❝ Huh. What's with all the snakes and bugs poppin' up out of — ? ❞

REALIZATION.

[ijsthee]

the problem with dgs characters as tarot cards is that van zieks is the OBVIOUS choice for death. but it doesnt . REALLY. fit

[cathymee]

goofy-ahh ghosthunter trying to talk to spirits but then being like 'i don't wanna talk to you 😡' when he literally encounters one 💀

[abstractlantern]

Devlog #6

Yay, I actually got around to doing this! It's almost 11 at night, but it still counts! Yesterday I said I would go a little further into the lore, so that's what we'll be talking about today.

WARNING! Mild body horror, mild description of death/violence, and fictional diseases. I don't censor anything for the sake of making it easier to read. If that makes you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution.

The Festering is a supernatural illness that plagues the kingdom of the Board. Its origin is unknown to the common people, making the danger of catching the illness all the more frightening. However, the initiated few know that the Festering was sent from the Great Ones, ancient god-like beings that lurk beyond the physical world. Why, exactly, they sent it is unknown. Perhaps they got tired of being ignored and wanted to put the mortals in their place. Maybe they were just bored. Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The way the Festering progresses is as such:

Initial contracting of the infection. It can be spread the way most diseases do; via bodily fluids. It can also be contracted if an Infected manages to physically injure (bite/scratch) another person.

The onset of the illness. It starts out similar to a cold, with headaches, chills, soreness, and fatigue. The Infected may experience brain fog and unusual behaviour. The beginning stages are the same for everybody, but the advancements change depending on the individual.

Advanced infection. The Infected become constantly dazed and unresponsive, though they can still move and perform basic tasks. Reality starts to warp for the Infected individual, as their human comprehension of the world slips away.

Transformation. This phase of the Festering takes place about a week after phase 3. The physical body of the Infected twists into a form that unrecognizable from its original body. These changes vary. Extra limbs or other body parts may appear, or existing body parts may shift in appearance. A crystalline substance may grow on the Infected individual's body, inhibiting movement and senses. The Infected may grow taller, gain sharper teeth and claws, or their bodies may split apart at the seams to make way for the otherworldly changes. The transformation happens relatively quickly, usually under an hour, and sometimes even within minutes or seconds. The Infected has lost all humanity, and becomes a powerful killing machine.

Most people kill the Infected on sight, so the final stages of the Festering aren't often seen. After some time rampaging, the Infected becomes oddly still. They will attack if provoked, but they seem to lose most awareness of their surroundings. The Infected will begin to hear the voices of the Great Ones, calling out from the depths of existence. The Infected then dies, having achieved enlightenment.

You know, just your average, light-hearted indie game experience! I'll try to make a post tomorrow, too, but no promises (^_^;) I'd like to go more in depth about the "Great Ones" and the pantheon and religions of the game, but that might need to wait for some time. I have actual game-making to do, I can't just procrastinate with world building xD

Thanks for reading if you've made it this far! I'll catch y'all later!

[commander-damneron]

My work deciding to put Team Disaster Bi in charge of a school trip on Halloween is making my costume choice between Spooky Plague Doctor and Gay Pirate much harder. Gotta coordinate with the rest of the team, but we're all stuck trying to choose between Spooky and Gay and none of us have ever made a decision in our lives

[dickgraysonsbitch]

MOTH TO A FLAME — DICK GRAYSON X JOURNALIST!READER

3.3k words | divider by @cafekitsune | requests open !

summary: your relationship with dick grayson was history two years ago. as of yesterday, you were (not so) happily engaged to another man, and your relationship with him was swoon-worthy, but it seems like it could crumble like a house of cards. so when your perfect ex comes back into your life for help on a case, will you go back to him like a moth to a flame?

you’re just a moth to a flame.

you were engaged. you knew this, this wasn’t new fucking information, and you were supposed to feel elated, on top of the world, like you were on cloud nine or some other shit people in love said—wait, no. you were in love with your fiancé, or at least you tried to be. he was sweet, and he looked good, with his fluffy blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and lean figure. nerd hot. just your type, but why did it seem like as every day went on, you kept trying to convince yourself that this was what you wanted?

you stretched your arms before lugging yourself out of bed, grabbing your phone to check your messages, which you assumed were the reason that your phone was buzzing so much that it was about to fall off your dresser.

PHOTOS NOTIFICATION: november, 2021, AMUSEMENT MILE THEME PARK. do you want to share this memory with DICKIEBIRD 💙?

you pressed your mouth into a line, reminiscing. that was probably the best time you’d ever had in your entire life. you, dick, wally and artemis, eating cotton candy and popcorn at an amusement park.

“one more bite of food and you’re going into carnival crime territory, wally,” you sing, your voice carrying its signature teasing lilt. “then i’m going to win, and you’ll have to pay for everything.”

“just make your stupid boyfriend pay, he’s the billionaire!” wally's disgruntled groan came from a foot behind you, were he was still struggling on his second milkshake. sucker.

dick threw an arm around your shoulder, spreading a hint of warmth over your torso. he was, as you liked to call him, your personal space heater. “hey, it’s the son of a billionaire. and i’d much rather see my super sexy girlfriend beat my best friend’s ass.”

artemis grinned, her phone ready to snap a picture of when wally would undisputedly hurl like a toddler who had eaten too many gerber puffs. “me too, so hurry up, wally.”

the memory of dick throwing up because of the amount of sugar he had consumed in the short span of three hours almost had you laughing out loud, with your fiancé in the bed right next to you. god, you were so pathetic.

“something funny?” his low voice was next to your ear, and you could almost feel his breath on your neck, but for some reason, you wanted to push him away.

your breath hitched, and the guilt crept into your heart again. you were in bed with your fiancé, and you were daydreaming about your ex-boyfriend, who probably forgot your existence. dick was charming, but even you knew that he had a steady stream of people on call to fuck. one of the plus sides to being the hottest person in blüdhaven, you guessed.

“uh, just checking the group chat. girl stuff, matt, you can’t see it.” your mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk, and you quickly stood up and walked towards the shower, rapidly checking the group chat that you opened up your phone for. curse dick grayson and his beautiful blue eyes, which were obviously the only reason you stared that that picture for so long. not the lovesick look he had on his face when looking at you, and definitely not his flirty smile when you made eye contact with him. that would be crazy, right?

maybe you should finally open the group chat.

rue: so how’d your night go?? 😉

annie: i bet she’s so tired that she can’t even walkkk

charlie: ofc she can’t, it’s matt myers!! he’s so fine 😩😩

the conversation then devolved into a discussion of which of matt’s photoshoots was the ‘hottest’, which should’ve made any other, self respecting friend group shy away from the conversation, but never rue, annie and charlie. no, they said that matt was too ‘sexy’ to be quiet about, and it was like they were waiting for you to mess up just to take your place. the sad part was that you wouldn’t mind letting them.

you had met matt, ironically, at a wayne gala that you were covering post breakup with dick, which was the only way that you measured time nowadays. he was hot enough to be… a rebound, and you were okay with that, until he started hounding you for a date. one date, two dates, and suddenly, a year and a half later, you were engaged. the next step, obviously (in matt's words), was the whole white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and living the rest of your days in your dream house. if it was so obvious, why did it make your stomach curdle like you had a flu? why did the idea of kids with matt, being bonded to him for life, make you want to toss your stupid ring at his face, pack your bags, and run? did he even know why your favorite color was dark blue? did matt myers know that the reason that the sapphire stone on your ring was because of dick grayson?

you glanced at your fiancé before looking at your phone and sighing. “matt, i'm going out for some fresh air.” your heart panged. maybe you should give matt some slack, because after all, he picked up the pieces of you after dick so abruptly left. maybe he was better than what you gave him credit for. maybe the two of you would work long term, and you could go the white picket fence with him. it couldn’t hurt. “wanna come with?”

“nah. get me some seaweed chips though, from erewhon. we ran out.” matt shot you a badly timed wink, which made you grimace, and in that moment, you realized a very disturbing fact. nobody could make your blood pump like dick grayson, and no matter who you were with, there would only be one man on your mind.

sighing, you quickly changed into a ratty hoodie and leggings, making sure you weren’t in some sort of nightmare dream that you weren’t able to get out of. because that was your dream, right? being engaged to an incredibly attractive, talented and kind person, and spending the rest of your life with him? you gave yourself a short pep talk in the mirror—“you are hot! everyone wants you! you are engaged!”—before slipping on your shoes and calculating the distance to blüdhaven’s nearest erewhon, which was an easy twenty minute walk away. maybe you could thank matt for the exercise that he was always hounding you to do.

step. step. step. your walk turned into the same banal rotation of the past year and a half of your life, always the same thing over and over, and the thought of what your life might have been like if you had just stayed clung in your mind like cobwebs. unwanted, unnecessary, but it made your heart ache just a little bit to get rid of them.

erewhon came faster than you expected it to, and you stepped inside, the chilly air hitting your face like a wall of ice, and you grabbed a basket, picking up those chips matt loved. he was safe. safe and comfortable, but why did safe and comfortable suddenly feel like boring and predictable?

you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflective glass of the door, yearning to see the bright eyed, excitable girl that existed only a few years ago, but all you saw was… you. drained, unhappy, a permanent frown on your face. you attempted a smile, pulling your mouth from both sides, but the result was only a mix of a grimace and a clown’s toothy grin. you couldn’t smile right either.

your phone pinged, and a blue heart showed up on your screen. you hadn’t texted him in two years, but the icon still made your heart flutter with anticipation, before your squashed it like a bug under a boot.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: hey smartie pants! i need to talk to u about something important. let’s meet at 0900 at lux?

you bit your lip. the pros of this: you could finally get closure. dick grayson was hard to get ahold of, but maybe this was your chance to ask him—why did the two of you not work? was it you? was it him? or was it his true first love, nightwing?

you: hey. does 0930 work? i’m out running errands right now.

a beat.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: yeah! miss u lots, btw. see you then!

two hours later, after you had dropped off matt’s life-sustaining seaweed chips for a disgruntled “thanks, babe” in return, you walked into lux, your favorite sweater and skirt combo clinging onto you like a second skin. you’d worn a different, light blue dress on instinct, but you quickly realized that the dress you had picked out was dick’s favorite, so it immediately out of the question. shame, it was a damn hot dress.

“hey!” you heard a cheery voice from behind you. he said your name like it came off easy, like you hadn’t been each other’s confidants once upon a time. he said your name the way you wished that you could say his, with no meaning attached behind it. “it’s been so long, and you look great!” his eyes flicked to the stone on your left hand ring finger, and you could swear that his face fell the smallest amount, but if he felt anything, he didn’t tell you.

you didn’t have the same self control that he did. his name fluttered off of your tongue like a prayer, like he was a god and your only chance at salvation. “dick… um… hi. yeah, you look great too, but i guess enough people tell you that on a daily basis.”

“well, i hope you’re getting complemented just as much. what, your fiancé not doing it for you anymore, or is that just a pretty rock?” he grinned, his dimples highlighted by the dim light in the club. you suddenly kicked yourself for even showing up. how could he read you like a book by only looking at you for a minute or two, max?

your eyes widened, heart beating out of your chest. “uh, i mean… i’m engaged. matt. that’s his name. matt myers.”

as if reading your mind, dick’s smile fell, and he placed a comforting hand on your forearm. “hey, i didn’t mean anything by the pretty rock comment, okay? don’t stress, i’m not here to seduce you.” oh, dick. what you’d give for him to say the opposite. “i’m actually here about a case. not bruce related, by the way. my usual case partner on this one is having a little trouble, so i thought…” he shrugged, because telling you that you were a backup didn’t break his heart, not like being on the receiving end broke yours. it wasn’t a shatter, just a tiny crack to the ones that he’d been adding all this time.

“yeah, i can help you out. what’s up?” you tried to seem nonchalant, but maybe the pain seeped through your voice. you wouldn’t count it against your terrible emotional regulation skills, but a small part of you was itching to help—to get back into the routine that truly sparked fire in you, instead of the rabbit food conversations that had matt jumping around like it was Christmas.

dick pulled out a variety of manila folders, labeled with a variety of female names on them, and a type of flower. he pinched three different photos of the victims, you were assuming, who were mauled and then arranged into neat shapes, with their hands crossed over their chest like mummies, and a clean, crisp white flower placed on top of them. the flowers were all different species’, you noted, with some including a white rose, a white poppy, and a white petunia.

“what do you have so far?” your voice came off far too eager, far too fast and far too interested. no, this was a favor he was coming to you for, so why did it feel like you were a caged bird that could finally sing, stretch it’s wings and soar into the sky without inhibitions? dick pressed his lips together, running a hand though his tousled, raven hair. god, what you’d give to have the chance to do that one more time. maybe dick was right when he broke up with you, because if you couldn’t even control yourself when you had a fiancé, how did he know that you could handle being with him?

he hesitated—it was evident in the way that he froze before trying to say something again. perhaps he was also thinking about the other times that you helped him with his cases, spending late nights poring over pictures and elaborate pictures, only to end up watching the real housewives of beverly hills instead. or maybe he was rethinking, questioning, even, why he had even involved you in the first place. you wouldn’t hold it against him; you’d always been too interested for your own good.

“close to nothing. no prints, no dna, just these flowers, whatever they mean. i wanted to know if you could reach out to shy of your sources—see if they know anything. they’ve been helpful before.” his voice sounded tired, not the usual, cheery voice he pasted onto himself. it made you feel a bit better, if you could call it that, that he didn’t feel the need to pretend to be the golden wayne child in front of you. or maybe you were delusional in your belief that he’d even let his facade drop.

you bit your lip, and twisted the dark blue engagement ring on your finger absentmindedly. “is this a nightwing problem, or an officer grayson problem? because that makes a difference in which sources i use.”

dick grinned, and you were mostly sure that it was genuine, with a flash of teeth distracting you from the issue at hand (which was more like the issue on your left hand ring finger) but dick had always had that effect on you. “thinking about breaking the law, future mrs gr—future pulitzer prize winner? to answer your question, if you think about it,” he started, “it’s a both problem.” his face fell, and the wide smile that was there moments ago disappeared so fast that you almost thought that you imagined it. “they’ve started personally targeting people in my family. cass and damian both noticed a tail when they were walking out in the city, and i would be worried if they weren’t, you know, the deadliest people in gotham, but if anything happened to them, i don’t know if i'd be able to forgive myself. or worse, alfred…”

the look on his face is anguished, as if he’s imagining a lifetime of pain being inflicted on his family, and you know that he’s rather take it himself than let anything happen to them. “dick, don’t worry, okay? alfred is probably more dangerous than anyone in your family combined, and i say that after i've met cass and steph. nothing’s going to happen to them. we’re going to find this psycho, then we’re going to get justice for the victims and their families.” you reach out to touch his arm, but the moment your skin makes contact with his, you pull back like his forearm was on fire.

nodding, he looks back up at you, his eyes filled with an admiration you haven’t seen in quite a while. “yeah, i’m overreacting, right? and it’s not like they won’t be able to defend themselves. cass could probably kick my ass on one of her bad days.” he shudders. “she’s awesome and all, but scary as hell.”

you laugh, finally at ease, not on edge about what you’re saying or about to do. “yeah, well, clearly you’ve never seen her in the same room as a full english breakfast. i remember this one time that she came over to our apartment after patrol, and this was at three o’clock in the morning, okay? she walks in, starts getting the eggs out of our fridge…” your eyes catch a glimpse at dick’s face. he’s smiling, his face satiated and truly… happy. how long has it been since you looked like that? the earlier morning comes into your mind, and you stammer, recollecting how you looked in the glass of the fridge at the store. like a broken woman rather than the girl that you used to be.

now it’s dick’s turn to take your hand into his, and rub it gently, the way that he always used to do when you were nervous before taking one of your tests in university, or when you utterly messed up cooking dinner. it meant that he was here for you, that he would be there no matter what, but a small part of your brain wanted to question him nonetheless; if he had left you before, he would leave you again. that was the rule, the past precedent that he had kept for himself, and if he had wanted to stay, he would’ve.

his thumb brushes over your engagement ring, the one that you and forgotten even existed and now felt heavier on your finger than a ton of bricks, the one that your fiancé had given to you as a token of trust. you couldn’t break the one promise you had left, but clearly, dick must have been thinking the same thing. he pulled his hand away the moment he touched the ring, and looked at you with a guilty expression. “so… how long have you guys been…”

“last night.” you said, not an ounce of warmth in your voice. there never was, when it came to matt. it was more like a dry tone of obligation than anything else.

dick’s eyes widened, shame seeping into his expression. “i'm so sorry, sw—i mean, you shouldn’t be here on your engagement day. we can talk some other time, or i can send you—”

“if i didn’t want to be here, dick, i wouldn’t be.”

“good to know.” he smiled, before turning his attention back to the folder in his hands. “hey, i have to go. we’ll keep in touch, alright?” he stands up, about to lean in for a hug, but you stick your arm out, ready to shake his hand. cold and impersonal, but it wasn’t like you were doing a good job of that in the first place.

the two of you settle for a half hug-half handshake combination, somehow making the situation more awkward than it already was. he send you a crooked grin, and it cements itself in your brain, another blip of dick grayson in your grey life. maybe… maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all, and maybe you could rein in your emotions just to see a little more of him, his dark blue eyes haunting your dreams like an apparition. you could sacrifice that and so much more just to have his eyes in your life.

“see you later, right?” you smiled, the muscles in your face contracting in that direction for the first time in a few weeks, perhaps. oh, the things that he did to your poor heart. he waved, mouthing a quick bye to you before picking up a call on his phone, and you could hear a stern ‘jason’ before he vanished, out of earshot, out of sight, but not out of your mind.

you started on your path back home, deciding against taking a taxi when the fares would be the highest. maybe it was just an eerie coincidence on your part, but you swore that there was something behind you, a pair of eyes tracking your every move. you would have cast it aside as paranoia, but it was sending a creeping shiver up your spine, terrifying you to your very bones. perhaps that is what happens when one works on a murder case.

you brushed it off, but the feeling of eyes on your back did not dissipate.

ooh spooky right? does anyone fancy a part two for this one or nah?

[barleyo]

Don't Run, Rabbit.

Tsukishima Kei X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Barley wrote something that's not dark content for the first time in forever alert!!! Get excited guys, whoop-whoop! Side-note, I'm literally in love with Tsukishima and I need to have him. That's why this is long as shit. #tsukkiloversunite

Tags: timeskip Tsukki (obv you nasties!!), roleplay, switching dominance (m and f), werewolf x bunny trope, p in v, breeding kink,

Wordcount: 4.4k

You and your boyfriend, Tsukishima, decided to have a movie night at your house. He got a kick out of watching you get scared and cling onto him, so he decided to pop on a horror movie, something spooky with werewolves.

"You scared yet?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he peered at you over his glasses.

He let out a 'tch' sound when you shook your head.

The movie reached the halfway mark, and the main villain, a giant half-man, half-wolf monster trapped the female main character against a wall. The camera zoomed into the slow motion bite the werewolf took into the girl's neck.

Your eyes widened slightly at the scene. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your face the longer the movie dragged out the scene. It seemed more like a porno than a horror movie with each bite the werewolf left in the girl, licking over each bitemark he left.

Your boyfriend, being the observant bastard he was, took notice of your behavior immediately and smirked.

"What, are you into this shit or something?"

"Wha—? No, what are you saying? Of course not," you said, pushing his shoulder, face still warm. "Just mind your own! Watch the movie."

You placed your hands on each side of your face, keeping them straight to try and block his view of your embarrassed face, an obvious tell. 

He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, that smirk still plastered on his face.

"Your face is red as a tomato and you're trying to cover it. Are you sure you aren't into it?" He teased, poking your cheek.

He grabbed your wrists and moved your hands away from your face, his smirk growing wider at the sight of your flushed expression.

"Oh, wow," he snickered, "your face and ears are red. Very suspicious."

"Shut up," you mumbled, internally cringing at how you had been called out. "My face is not red, and I am not 'into' whatever you're trying to imply, thank you very much!" 

Your voice got more high and defensive by the second, trying and failing to cover up the way  his teasing paired with the semi-erotic scene of the movie made you feel.

He chuckled at your defensive reaction, his smirk turning into a full-on grin.

"Ooh, denial," he said, resting his arm around the back of the couch. "It looks good on you." He shifted closer to you on the couch, leaning in to whisper into your ear. "You know, you're very cute when you're flustered," he teased, gently nipping your earlobe in the process.

You flinched as he grazed his teeth over your ear, slipping away from him in embarrassment. 

"Ack—!" You turned away from him, swatting at him with your hand.

He chuckled at your flustered reaction, scooting closer to you once again. 

"Aw, look at you, trying to run away. He gently grabbed your ankle and tugged you toward him. "Are you getting shy off a little nip? How sweet." He moved closer until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the couch with his arms on either side of your head. "Admit it. This movie is getting you turned on," he said, looking down at you with a smug expression. "You're probably into that whole monster-fucking thing, aren't you?"

You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face in the crook of your shoulder.

"No, I'm not, don't say that," you whined, you legs and feet squirming in an attempt to keep yourself from squealing.

He chuckled at your desperate attempt to hide your face and avoid the topic. He gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You're such a bad liar," he teased, his smirk never leaving his face. "Your face always gives it away."

He leaned closer, his lips grazing your jawline, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses up to your ear.

"It's okay, you know," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't judge you for your nasty, little kink."

"Ugh, stop saying that!" You wiggled a little more, but didn't push him off. "It's not a kink, it's just— it's nothing," you mumbled again.

He chuckled once again at your protest, clearly enjoying teasing you. 

"Oh, it's definitely a fetish," he teased, his hand slowly trailing up your side, his touch sending chills down your spine.

"And there's nothing wrong with that," he said, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling on a sensitive spot. "It's cute how embarrassed you are over it. You act like I don't already know half of the stuff you're into."

You faltered at the way he brushed it off, not weirded out by it. You craned your head to give him better access to your neck.

"So— so what, then? What are we gonna do about it then?" you asked nervously, trying to stop yourself from stuttering or coming off as ashamed.

He could practically hear the worry in your voice despite the tough attitude you tried to put up.

"Oh-ho, so you finally admit it?" He teased, grinning as he continued to trail kisses down your neck, his hand slowly tracing up your torso. "Well, if my cute girlfriend has a thing for monsters, I suppose it's my duty to satisfy that little kink of hers, don't you think?"

You got brave for a moment and decided to say something way out of character, pushing past your nerves.

"So, are you gonna be my monster tonight?" 

You immediately widened your eyes, surprised by the tone you took and the words that came out of your mouth. 

He froze for a moment, clearly taken aback by your unexpected boldness. A half of a moment later, however, he let out a low chuckle, a approving smile spreading across his face. 

"Look at you, getting all feisty," he said, his hand pausing in its exploration of your body. "You really want me to be a monster, huh?" he teased, his touch resuming as he shifted to hover over you again. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who tease monsters?"

You shook off the rest of your shyness and got into the zone, sensing that your boyfriend was equally as turned on. Wrapping your legs around him and flipping him over on his back, you sat straddled over him and leaned over his face, inches away from his lips while you answered his question.

"They get devoured, don't they, Kei?"

He snickered as you flipped him over, clearly enjoying the unexpected change of power dynamics. He watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire as you straddled him, leaning over him with that sultry expression.

When you uttered that bold reply, he couldn't repress the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. He was enjoying this little game a bit too much.

"You're starting to get so spicy, tonight," he murmured, his hands now wrapped around your waist.

"Who, me? Nah," you said, your smirk growing on your face. "Now, are we gonna finish the movie or what?"

You raised yourself on your knees, ready to remove yourself from his lap so you both could get back to the movie.

He chuckled as you teasingly denied his comment, loving the playful banter between the two of you. When you started to move off his lap, he tightened his grip on your waist, keeping you in place.

"Oh no, you don't," he said, still grinning. "You're staying right where you are."

He gently tugged you back down onto his lap, his hands roaming up and down your thighs. 

"And forget about the movie," he added, his gaze fixed on you. "I'm much more interested in playing with you now."

You felt him hike you forward in one swift motion.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours. "Trying to leave me already? Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily?" He pulled you closer to him, his legs trapping you in his lap. "Just for that little stunt, I'm gonna keep you right here," he said. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

"Ah, I'm not? Well then," you said, slowly making circles with your hips over his lap, "I guess I'll just have to let you do whatever you want, hm, Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend?"

He inhaled sharply as you began moving your hips over his lap, his grip on your thighs tightening. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he watched you with desire and amusement.

"Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend, huh?" he replied, his voice dripping with mock condescension. "You're really getting into this monster schtick, aren't you?"

He pulled you even closer, effectively trapping you against his body, and leaned in to nibble on your shoulder.

"Mm," you hummed, melting in his arms. You let him continue for a second before you remembered something, snapping to back to attention. "Babe, wait, I have something prepared for a moment like this." You tried to wriggle out of his grasp to go fetch it.

He let out a low growl of protest as you began to struggle against his grip, his hands gripping you even tighter as he tried to keep you in place.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

But when you mentioned you had something prepared, his curiosity outweighed his possessiveness, and he reluctantly loosened his grip on you.

"Alright, alright," he said, releasing his hold on you. "You can go get whatever you need. Just don't take too long."

You ran into your bedroom and came out with a plastic bag from a local sex-toy shop. 

"I brought this just— just, like, in case, you know? Anyways..."

You pulled out to werewolf ear hair clips and handed them to him. 

"There, put those on, and I'll put these on too," you said. You placed a pair of bunny ears on your head and jokingly twitched your nose at him.

He stared at the contents of the bag with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his eyebrows raising slightly as you handed him the werewolf ear hair clips.

"You went out and bought this stuff yourself?" he asked, surprise in his voice. He scoffed as he examined the accessories, his finger tracing the outline of the clip. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

He slipped the werewolf ear clips into his hair, letting out a mock growl as he did so. He then looked at your bunny ears, palming his hard-on while he watched you adjust them.

You bit your lip at the sound of his growl, giggling softly. You looked through the bag one final time and felt a bit hesitant, unsure of whether or not to pull out the last two items in the bottom of it. 

He snorted as you giggled at the growl, enjoying how bubbly you got about such a small sound. He watched as you rummaged through the bag, his curiosity piqued. He noticed the brief hesitation in your movements, and he couldn't help but wonder what else you had prepared.

"What's that, hm?" he asked, a pout playing on his lips. "What else do you have in there? I'm starting to wonder if you're hiding anything else in that little bag of wonders."

You sighed and pulled out a collar and leash.

"I just didn't know how you would feel about these— I mean, we don't have to use them, I just got them just in case, like— just in case we would need them, or— or if—!" You stumbled over your words roughly, babbling a bit while you tried to explain yourself.

He let out a low whistle as you pulled out the collar and leash, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He watched as you fumbled over your words, trying to explain.

"Oh, now that's something I didn't expect," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He chuckled at your flustered state, seeing how worked up you were.

"So, you got those just in case, huh?" he asked, taking the collar from you and admiring it. "And who, exactly, did you intend on having wear this?"

"Well, read the tag and find out."

"Good Boy," he read aloud, his eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. "Well well, you've really gone all out on this, haven't you?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're determined to play the role of my little bunny prey, aren't you?"

Kei handed the collar and leash back to you.

"Put it on me, then."

You fidgeting with your hands excitedly before unclipping the collar.

"Lean forward, m'kay?"

He laughed softly, amused by your excitement as you unclipped the collar. He obeyed your command and leaned forward, his eyes fixed on you with curiosity. His head tilted to one side slightly, exposing his neck so that you could put the collar on him.

"Like this, bunny girl?" he teased, his tone playful.

You nodded and put the collar onto him, attaching the leash onto it.

"Comfy?"

You had a loose grasp on the leash, waiting for him to answer.

He ran his fingers over the collar around his neck, adjusting it slightly. It clung snugly to his skin, but not uncomfortably so. 

"Yeah, it's comfortable," he replied, his voice dripping with pure amusement. He leaned back slightly, letting the leash hang loose in your grip. "So, what now?"

"I've got to fix your clips for you, first off, you said. Taking the wolf ears out of his hair, readjusted them and clipped them back in.

"How do I look?"

"You look.." you paused, watching him close his mouth, lick over his teeth, and flash them at you like a true werewolf, "so hot, babe."

"Yeah? You like them, huh?" Kei teased, hair slightly messy from the clips. "You think I look hot as a werewolf monster?"

You tightened your grip on the leash and tugged him forward roughly as you unzipped his pants, freeing his length.

"So hot," you repeated to answer his question, yanking the leash so he would look up at you. You removed your panties and tossed them, grinding your slick folds over his dick.

He let out a low growl as you suddenly rubbed over him and tugged on his leash, pulling him closer to you. He looked up at you obediently as you yanked on the leash, his golden-brown eyes locked on your face.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice lower and a bit gruff from the arousal. He felt his heart start to speed up at the way you suddenly took control. "You like having your little monster on a leash, do you? Is that how you want me? Leashed for you?"

You grabbed Kei's face in your hands, rubbing softly under his chin and on his cheeks as if you were petting him.

"Mm, no," you said in a low tone, nuzzling your nose against his, "I want you fucking into me, but that will come soon enough, Mr. Werewolf."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing slightly as you rubbed under his chin and against his cheeks. However, your words and the feeling of you nuzzling your nose against his piqued his attention, and he opened his eyes again.

He huffed out a breath, the sexual tension  making it more of a growl than a normal exhale. "Is that so? You think a slutty bunny like you deserves to get fucked?" he challenged, his voice still gruff. "I don't think you do."

"I'll just do what bunnies are best at to convince you," you said coolly, wrapping the leash around your palm, ready to tug it whenever necessary. 

Kei felt his heart race a bit faster as you tightened your grip on the leash, his eyes flicking down to watch your movement. 

He raised an eyebrow at your words, "Oh, and what's that? Running and hiding?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to push your buttons a little.

"No."

You yanked the leash roughly, pulling him forward. Your tone became cold and rough, but still flirtatious.

"Bunnies are best at bouncing." 

You blew a puff of air over his face, chuckling at him as he blinked quickly in response.

"They're pretty good at multiplying, too. Maybe you should knot me and we can have ourselves a litter."

He was dazed by the unexpected roughness of your tone, but he was more distracted by the feel of the leash being pulled and the puff of air you blew across his face, making him involuntarily blink. His cheeks flushed a slight shade of red at your words. He tried to maintain his cocky facade, but the way you were talking was making it increasingly difficult.

"Are you really suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

You could feel his legs start to shake under you in excitement. 

"I'm serious, big, bad wolf." You leaned forward on his lap, whispering into his ear. "No pulling out at the last minute. No rubbers. Nothing. I want to carry your pups. Y'gonna let me have 'em?" 

His breath hitched at your whispered words, your breath tickling his ear. He let out a low, guttural growl. His heart was thumping in his chest, the thought of what you were suggesting stirring something primal within him.

"You really have no idea what you're asking for, do you?" His voice was nothing but a low rumble at this point. "You want me to claim you? Breed you and fill you with my pups?"

"I want your pups," you paused, breaking character for a moment, "and I want your babies, Kei." You threw your hands over his shoulders, leaning face to face with him. "Now, I'll ask you again, one more time. Are you going to give them to me?"

His face softened as he realized you were breaking character and being genuine about it. He met your gaze, his eyes searching yours. He saw the hint of seriousness in your eyes, and he knew you were being sincere.

He brought his hands up to your hips, holding you in place. He leaned in closer, his forehead touching yours.

"Yes," he said, his voice thick with unrestrained desire. "I'll give them to you. I'll give you my pups. I'll give you all of me, bunny girl."

"Then hurry up and fill me up."

You let go of your hold on the leash and let him flip you over, taking control again, finally getting a taste of the dominance he so craved. 

He took the opportunity to take over, pining you down beneath him on the couch cushions. His eyes darkened with desire as he straddled you, the leash tangled in between you. 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke. "You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive need. "Begging for my pups like that."

"I know what I want," you said, wrapping you legs around his waist, pulling him close to you half naked body. "Bunnies need to get bred, you know that. Don't you, smart boy?"

He let out a low growl as you wrapped around him. He could feel the heat radiating from your cunt and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, I know," he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs, splitting them apart while he slid into you. "I know how needy you bunnies can be. Always in need of a big, strong wolf to satisfy your cravings."

"Yeah, jus' because you wolves are so much better than boy bunnies. S'much bigger 'n stronger," you whined, placing your hand around his arm, gripping onto it tightly while he made shallow thrusts into you. "Just want a strong werewolf like to knock me up. Can't you do that for me?" 

He groaned as you spoke, relishing in the way you were complimenting him. He flexed his arm, enjoying the feeling of your hand against his bicep.

"Wan' me to prove just how much stronger I am than a puny, little bunny boy?" Lowering  his mouth to your neck, he sucked at your skin, his teeth grazing over your pulse point.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his sharp teeth nip at you. 

"Yes, that's all I want! Don't want you to hold back, 'm a greedy girl. I want every load."

Kei loved your eagerness. He nibbled and kissed down your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin just enough to leave faint red marks. You couldn't tell what you enjoyed more: the feeling of his dick inside of you or his mouth around you.

"Is that so?" he muttered, his hips snapping up against yours. He pulled back to look down at you, a glint in his eyes. "You really think you can handle a big, bad wolf like me? I won't hold back, you know." He punctuated his words with a rough thrust, knocking your entire body forward.

You gasped and tried to catch your breath for a second. "Babe," you broke character briefly, trying to catch his attention.

Kei paused his ministrations, sensing the change in your tone. He lifted his head, looking down at you with a slightly concerned expression.

"Everything alright, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and affection.

"If you don't get cum inside of me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to fist fight you, m'kay?" Your eyes fluttered softly at him, voice soaked in need and impatience.

He chuckled at your impatience, his concern melting away and replaced by a smug grin.

"You really are demanding, aren't you. Far be it from me to keep my bunny waiting."

He gritted his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he lifted your legs over his shoulder, pounding away. He watched as a ring of white arousal formed at the base of his cock, getting stickier the more he moved.

"Are you ready for this one?"

You nodded, playfully counting down to speed him up before you started 'throwing hands.'

"Ten, nine, eight, seven si— oh!" 

As you began to countdown, he scoffed, a bit annoyed by your playful attempt to speed things along. Once he was almost there, his irritation was replaced by the feeling of your tightness all around him causing him to moan huskily. 

All he felt was you. Every vice-like grip you unleashed around him, every slick drip slipping out.

You felt him force your face down in the pillows, muffling your counting when he approached his peak.

You let out a bunch of rough, jumbled gasps before giggling with your dry mouth. You decided to tease him, since he was obviously more far-gone than you were.

"I feel it twitching, gonna spill soon? Spill your seed and give me the pups I deserve?" You lifted your head off of the pillows, face fucked out beyond comprehension. 

He growled at your words, his hands gripping your hips almost harshly as he tried to hold himself back. He could feel the way you had him completely at your mercy, even as you were pinned beneath him.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? You're going to push me over the edge if you keep talking like that."

You pushed your hips back, feeling his dick twitch again.

"C'mon, I'll count down again for you. Think you can cum for me by the time I get to one?"

Kei groaned deeply as you pushed back against him. He could feel himself getting close, the way you were teasing him driving him wild.

He tried to maintain his composure, but his breath was ragged and his heart was pounding. "Whatever you want," he whined, "I don't care, just— whatever you want, baby, please. Take it."

You pushed him, once again, all the way onto his back. You remained facing away from him, moving your lower body up and down, bouncing on his cock. He let out a strangled gasp as you pushed him onto his back, pinning him there as you took control.

"Ten, nine, eight," you counted aloud, a giggle permanently stuck in your voice.

You sped up, hearing him pant loudly like a dog, mouth shamelessly open.

"Seven, six, five, four, oh, are you gonna make it to one?" you cooed at him, feeling him lift his hips to buck up into you.

Kei felt his resolve weakening with each number you counted out. He tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was no use. He was weak. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each bounce.

"Three," you counted agonizingly slow now, drawing out every syllable. So mean.

"Please," Kei breathed out, the word coming out as a whine. "Please, bunny, I can't hold on much longer."

"Two, oh you're so cute when you beg," you added, tittering to yourself. "One."

Kei was an absolute mess beneath you, his body trembling and his breath coming in spastic gasps. His fingers dug into the cushioning below him, his fingers puncturing the fabric as he tried to hold himself together.

But when you counted down to one, that single, earth shattering number, his control wavered and broke. Guttural moans slipped as he came inside of your needy cunt, his body bucking and shuddering as he spilled inside, softly spewing curses under his breath.

You felt your body practically split itself in half to receive his seed, drinking him up like water. 

As he came down from the high of his release, he lay there panting, feeling completely spent. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts a muddled mess as he tried to catch his breath.

Kei looked at you with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "You really know how to a guy wild."

"Mhm, I know." 

You turned around to look at him, faux confusion on your face while you peered down at his exhausted form.

"Oh, but, who said we were finished? Bunnies need to get as many rounds in as possible. Are you weaker than a bunny-boy? You can't take anymore?"

He groaned at your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you look down at him with a feigned innocence. He knew you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but feel a flare of competitiveness rile him up.

"Oh, is that so? You think you can handle another round with me, stupid rabbit?" he asked, his voice dripping with a playful challenge. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you around to face him head on again.

"Eek—! Tsukki, I was joking, I promise!" 

He shushed your squealing and pulled you down. 

"Don't run, we still have pups to make, remember? We need my seed to take for sure."

[invinciblerodent]

I wonder how common knowledge it is that "Cazador" is just... it just means "Hunter" in Spanish. It's just literally Hunter.

Which can sound menacing and intimidating if we interpret it in kind of an "ooh, skulking in the shadows, hunting his prey" kinda way (complete with spooky finger-wiggles), BUT it also carries the possibility that he's that upper middle-class white kid in 4th grade whose equally upper middle-class white mom always has to go yell at the teachers for not letting him eat glue.

In addition, "Szarr" (which I think is meant to be reminiscent of "czar", the monarch) with this spelling is just the Hungarian word for "shit" with an extra "r" tacked onto the end, so I'm having some difficulty being scared of Shit-Hunter, the vampire lord